大象传媒

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My only memory of the war that really stands out in my mind is that my school got bombed.

My brother my Mum and I lived upstairs in a terraced house and my Nan and Grandad lived downstairs, and whenever the sirens used to sound, we all used to run downstairs to the scullery and hide in the cellar. The dog was always first at the cellar door and he hated the bombs and would bark until the siren sounded all clear.

On this specific day, it was a Sunday, Mum was dishing out the Sunday dinner while my brother and I were playing in the front room with our toys, which were kept in an old suitcase. When the siren went Jimmy (my brother) and I ran down the first flight of stairs and realised Mum was not behind us, so we were on the stairs calling her down and Nan was on the lower stairs calling us down. Then the bomb went off! The windows blew in, the door blew in. It was the one and only time none of us were in the cellar, except the dog.

We all went out to see where the bomb had dropped and it was 300 yards down the road. It had landed on my school, Bethnal Road School, Stoke Newington, London.

It was on a Sunday, as I said, and obviously I would not be here if it had been any other day, but luckily enough no one was hurt.

To end my story, I grew up, met my husband and married him. He lived in a house that they built on my bombed out school site.

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